“Can’t we get lights?”
“If we do get lights, we’d better postpone it till midnight.”
“But we ought to do as much as we can by daylight.”
“O, of course, while the daylight lasts, we’ll keep at it.”
Bruce now laid down his pickaxe, and they went to work with their shovels, and at last the loose earth was thrown out once more. They had now uncovered what seemed like one side of the top of the box, and its edge was plainly apparent. The rest of it was still covered by the superincumbent soil.
“That’s the edge of the box,” said Bart. “We didn’t hit it fair in the centre.”
“It’s a good-sized box, too.”
“And it’ll be awfully heavy.”
“I wonder if it is much larger.”
“We’d better uncover the rest of it, so as to see the size of it. There don’t seem to be any kind of rivets here, or anything of that sort.”